There was this moment when I knew. I don’t remember him crying or wailing for his grandma, but I knew that my son preferred her to me. To me, his mother. I’m the one who tried and waited for him. I’m the one who sang Once Upon a Dream to him in the shower, holding my belly and imagining what it’d be like when he was really here. I have shampoo in my hair and I look down at my unpedicured toes (I can see them again). I hear the patter of tiny bare feet on the tile and peek […]
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